The interview hadn’t even cooled before the internet lit up like a bonfire.
By morning, Mia’s phone buzzed nonstop: headlines, notifications, even memes. A hashtag #WolfeCross was trending, complete with photos of her and Liam smiling on stage like they were the poster couple for power and passion.
Her mother, of course, had called before breakfast.
“You paraded yourself in front of cameras, but couldn’t let your own parents plan a wedding?” the voice on the line scolded. “Do you have any idea how humiliating this is?”
“Good morning to you too, Mom,” Mia muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose.
Daniel’s voice chimed in from the background, muffled but cheerful. “Relax, Mom. At least she didn’t go on live TV and say she married him because of his dimples. Now that would’ve been humil
